Lost

Lost
So many stick there head in the sand
So scare to face truth and stare in the eye.
others fixate on it, every other day is the end.
Will it come by sea or from the sky.
Or will the end come by human hands
If poles reverse Will the earth do a flip what will remain
Will negative become Positive
If we survive what happen to our brains
Prophecies converging at this time,
in this place we call earth
Will it be a battle cry or a whimper, will we meet our Demise
Is a prayer for forgiveness is all we have left
For there may no time for good byes.
Sorry I wrote this on the fly